Good Tidings to Zion

(Isa. lii. 7.)

ON the mountain’s top appearing,

Lo, the sacred herald stands,

Welcome news to Zion bearing,

Zion long in hostile lands:

Mourning captive,

God himself will loose thy bands.

Has thy night been long and mournful?

Have thy friends unfaithful proved?

Have thy foes been proud and scornful,

By thy sighs and tears unmoved?

Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well beloved.

God, thy God, will now restore thee;

He himself appears thy Friend;

All thy foes shall flee before thee;

Here their boasts and triumphs end:

Great deliverance

Zion’s King vouchsafes to send.

Enemies no more shall trouble;

All thy wrongs shall be redressed;

For thy shame thou shalt have double,

In thy Maker’s favor blest;

All thy conflicts

End in everlasting rest.